As the bell rang for next hour, I jumped out of my seat eagerly and walked quicker than usual out the door.
Outside the classroom door, I sighed and prepared to wait for my two best friends, Derek and Samantha. Derek was tan, muscular, and had dark hair that partially covered his green eyes. He was cute, but I'd never say it out loud because it would be super awkward. We'd already tried dating, and it was apparent that we could only be friends. Samantha had short, blonde hair with absolutely no split ends. She was very lean, and her skin was the perfect shade of white. Because she was lacking a bit in the "chest area", she was kind of insecure. I sighed again when they walked out of the classroom and joined me to walk into history.
"What the hell was Mrs. Jameson even talking about?" Derek demanded.
Sam shrugged, and I answered. "Who knows?" I laughed. "Nobody really cares, anyway. Math is stupid."
"It is," Sam agreed quietly.
I groaned as the classroom came into view. I was grateful it was Friday and us three could hang out tomorrow.
"Hey," I whispered as we sat at our table that consisted of just us. "Want to go to the mall tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yeah," they said in unision. I smiled and looked up at the the teacher, who was glaring at me from the front of the class.
"Ms. Tanner, is there something you'd like to share with us?" She gestured to the class.
My friends were staring at me from across the table. Their lips were twitching, trying to keep from laughing so we didn't piss Mrs. Jay off more. I rolled my eyes and faced Mrs. Jay. I decided to test the waters and annoy the hell out of her.
I stood up ignorantly, gave her a military salute, and said "No, Ma'am."
To my surprise, her lips twitched, like she was trying to hold back amusement. The class was snorting like the idiots they were.
I sat down and Sam and Derek were laughing so hard that their faces were turning red with the blood that filled their cheeks.
"Enough," Mrs. Jay snapped.
She drifted back into her stupid lecture about some war that happened like a zillion years ago. I yawned and leaned my head back into my plastic, uncomfortable chair.
After a while, I glanced at the clock. There were two minutes left of this torture. I bent in my seat to quietly gather up my stuff, eager to get out of this class and go to lunch.
I lifted my books in my arms and put them onto the table. Derek and Sam mimicked my actions.
When the bell rang, I rose up in one fluid movement and trudged to my locker. I pretty much threw my books into my locker and walked toward the cafeteria. During lunch, we made plans to go to the mall and go to this burger joint across the street from it.
They had like, the best burgers in the universe.
After lunch it was my favorite class.
Study hall. God, I loved that class. It was relaxing and all I did was read.
I grabbed my book from my locker. I snagged a notebook and my pencil bag just in case the teacher was nagging and wanted us to do something educational instead of reading.
It was my lucky day. I was almost instantly in a good mood when I saw a sub.
The rest of the day was actually a blur. When the final bell rang, I was free. I smiled.
For two days.
But it was good enough, I supposed. I ran to my locker, grateful that the bitchy teachers didn't give us any homework. They should know freshman or any people in school wanted homework. Sure as hell not on the weekends. I laughed a bit sourly and shrugged into my jacket (Seattle's forecast was rainy and cold . . . as usual). I grabbed my bag and my friends waited for me at my locker while I sluggishly got everything together. Derek threw his arm casually over my shoulders and I wrapped my arm around Sam's waist. Interlocked this way, we walked out to the school yard. When we said bye, I waved to them and walked home.
"See you guys tomorrow," I mumbled.